See her eyes the empty soul and the lust for foul temptations One by one, she may possess the entire population This is the devils work And whoever joins will die The madness will take it's toll While they pray in vain so make more room below, for this is their end From the city streets in the holy land Bewitched or struck by mysteric plague? Join the dance of the dead for eternity Your soul belongs in hell Fought with tunes to colden blood aint no cure for abberation The truth was always there within oh The souls were blackened shallows of death This is the devils work And whoever joins will die The madness will take it's toll While they pray in vain so make more room below, for this is their end Laughs, cries, festives and dread Droning along to their grave Mass death under a spell Prancing with no sign of borrowed time